Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2016 08:13:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Horny Exchange Student Chapter 21

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				Chapter 21


Over in our room things were certainly heating up. Mr. Williams and I were
making out on top of each other. Why in the world had I wanted a bigger bed
when we first got here? The truth was the twin beds were so small the only
thing you could do on them was fuck. And so that's pretty much what we'd
been doing since our arrival here.

	I moved my hand down to Mr. Williams's boxers and he groaned as I
felt up his big dick. But even though he was so present with me now, I
couldn't help but feel there had been something on his mind all through
dinner. I tried to put it in the back of my mind for now, but I couldn't.

	"What did you and Brad talk about earlier?" I asked him, breaking
away from his lips for a second.

	"You really want to talk about this now, Ollie?" Mr. Williams
questioned, a little puzzled.

	"Yeah, you guys were out there for a while. Everything okay?"

	"Well." He started, sitting up onto the pillow. "I just wanted to
have a talk with him about Dan. You know, father son stuff."

	"Yeah, and how'd that go?" I laughed.

	"It actually went really well. I figure Brad has told you as much,
but he seems to really care about him."

	"I guess he really does. Who would have thought."

	"Certainly not me. I mean, Brad's never cared about anyone like
this, much less a dude."

	"I can't say I really blame him." I admitted.

	"Oh, what's this?" Mr. Williams grinned. "Does my boy toy have eyes
for another older man?"

	"I believe a certain older man gave me permission to have eyes for
other men."

	"That's true. But he's with Brad now, so I guess you may have
missed your chance."

	I sat up and looked him in the eye. "Full disclosure? I may have
already done something about it."

	"No kidding!" Mr. Williams reacted, surprised. "Tell me
everything."

	"You really want to know?"

	"Hell yeah!" He nodded.

	"Well, it was kind of a birthday present from Brad. . ."

	"Ah, I should have figured. Brad was always all about the cheap
gifts. I swear he was still making me a card for my birthday until he was
half way through middle school."

	"Well we kind of did it in his office. All three of us. . ."

	"All three of you?"

	"All three of us. We kind of tag-teamed Coach Jackson."

	"I see. . ." Mr. Williams muttered, looking perplexed. I couldn't
tell if I had crossed some kind of line telling him this. "Now I'm not
going to ask you any of the specifics because I know you're a gentleman,
Ollie."

	His hand started to wander down to his boxers and he slowly started
sliding them down his legs. "Did Dan show you this?" His hand started to
circle around his hole.

	"Yes, Mr. Williams. He showed it to me." I nodded, instantly going
hard.

	"And what did he want you to do with it, Ollie?"

	"He wanted me to fuck him."

	"And did you?" He asked, reaching into our bedside table and
squeezing some lube onto his fingers.

	"Yes, I did." I nodded.

	"Show me."

	That was all the invitation I needed.

	I leaned down to kiss him as I slowly but forcefully snaked my big
cock into his ass.

	"Mmmmmm. . ." He hummed as I hit bottom. I was always amazed at how
little time Mike Williams needed to get adjusted to my size, but I figure
at the frequency we have sex, his body has just grown accustomed to me.

	"Did you fuck him like this?" He asked me, running his hands over
my strong shoulders.

	"I fucked him from behind. He was on his desk. Besides. . ." I
said, leaning down to kiss him gently. "You know I love kissing you when we
have sex."

	"Mmmhmm" Mr. Williams moaned, nodding as we kissed.

	"You know what else I love about fucking you?"

	"Tell me." He groaned, placing his hands on my ass and pulling me
into him.

	"I love this." I said, running my hands through his chest hair and
teasing his nipple.

	"Yeah? You like that?"

	"Man, when I see you working or just standing there with a few
buttons loose and I can see your chest hair popping out. It takes
everything in me not to rip it open and fuck you right then, Mr. Williams."

	We were really getting into it now. I suddenly became aware that
each and every time I slammed into him the mattress would squeak like
crazy. But I didn't care.

	"You know what else I like?"

	"Oh god!" Mr. Williams huffed, jacking himself off in time with my
thrusts.

	"This." I said, running my hands over his classically handsome
face, kissing him passionately.

	"Ollie, you're going to make me cum!" Mr. Williams panted. But I
pulled up his hand and pinned them above his head, kissing him.

	"Not yet, Mr. Williams." I told him, continuing my thrusts. "I
don't want this to be over yet."

						-

	Over in the master bedroom Brad Williams was tapping his big cock
head against the winking hole of Coach Jackson.

	"You sure you're still man enough to have my ass?" Coach Jackson
smirked.

	"What do you think?" Brad said, staring down at him and tapping his
big dick against Coach Jackson's hole.

	"Yeah? Prove it, Williams." Coach Jackson grunted, folding his arms
behind his head and winking his hole at his athlete, enticingly.

	They both stopped for a moment as the sound of mattress springs
became louder and louder.

	"Fuck, those two are at it again." Coach grinned, his cock jumping
against his rock hard abs.

	"Coach, I'm not going to be able to do this if I have to listen to
my dad having sex in there." Brad said, frustrated.

	"Like hell you're not, kid." Coach Jackson shook his head, looking
into his athlete's eyes. "This is my vacation, and damnit I'm gonna get
laid on my vacation, Williams."

	The sounds of mattress springs grew more and more urgent, the pace
quickening.

	"Damnit Williams, are you man enough to fuck me or not?" Coach
Jackson grunted, pounding his fist into his athlete's pec to wind him up.

	"You want to get fucked, Coach?" Brad asked, slapping his cock
against his coach's hole.

	"Yeah, I want to get fucked, Williams. You gonna do something about
that?"

	"Then shut the fuck up and take it, Coach." Brad grunted, sinking
his entire prick into Coach Jackson's wanting hole.

	"MMMMMMMM There it is, Williams! Fuck!" Coach Jackson shouted, deep
in pleasure.

	The sounds of mattress springs from across the hall were still
filling the room but it only made Brad Williams pick up his pace.

	"Come on, Williams. Fuck me like a man." Coach Jackson commanded
him, pressing his hands on his athlete's ass and pulling him in to fuck him
harder. "Fuck Williams, your dad in there is taking it harder than you're
giving it to me, I want to see some sweat!"

	"Jesus, Coach, would you shut the fuck up already?" Brad grunted,
really slamming into him with deep, hard strokes.

	"Make me, Williams. Yeah, that's it, kid. Fuck, make me feel it."
Coach Jackson groaned, leaning his head back to enjoy the powerful fuck his
athlete was throwing him.

						-

	Wham!

	Wham!

	The headboard of our tiny twin bed in the guest room was hitting
against the wall each and every time I sank my big black cock back into
Mr. Williams's ass. The mattress springs underneath us were squeaking into
a frenzy now; Mr. Williams had his tongue in my mouth as he took me in to
the hilt, both of us steadily rising to climax, completely in sync with one
another.

	"Come on, Williams, is that all you got, kid!" We heard from the
master bedroom followed by a chorus of grunts and groans.


	I knew Mr. Williams heard it too, but his tongue never left my
mouth and he was pulling me into him even harder.

	"Fuck, kid! UUUUUUGGGGGHHHH" We heard Coach Jackson bellow at the
top of his lungs.

	At that moment Mr. Williams started shooting, coating his and my
chest in a heavy load. I could feel his hole contracting on my cock. I
could always tell how good of an orgasm he was having based on how hard his
hole squeezes my dick when I make him cum, and this one seemed to be
hitting him hard.

	I lost it right there. I sank my prick into him with one final
thrust and started inseminating him, both of us savoring the experience of
me emptying my seed into him. At once our hard, lust-driven kissing became
soft and tender as we held each other close.

	"I love you, Ollie." He whispered into my ear, resting his head on
my shoulder as we both savored the feeling of my cock still inside of him.

	"I love you, Mr. Williams." I replied, leaning in to kiss him
tenderly.

					-

	"Fuck, Williams you made me shoot all over my side of the bed
again." Coach Jackson scolded his athlete as he rolled out from under him
to get a towel.

	"I don't know what to tell you, Coach." Brad Williams replied,
laying back on his side of the bed relaxing, hands behind his head,
completely satisfied after a good, hard fuck.

	"Yeah, well you try to sleep in the spot where someone just jizzed
and see how you like it."

	"Nah, I'm good thanks, Coach." Brad smirked at him.

	"Watch it, Williams, or I may have to instate a `no pussy before
bed' rule." Coach Jackson grunted, laying down a towel over his side of the
bed.

	"Yeah, and which one of us do you think would cave first, Coach?"

	"Cocky fucker." Coach Jackson shook his head, rolling his eyes with
a slight grin. "Fuck, it's a good thing I only have to share a bed with you
for one more night."

	"Aw, don't say that, Coach." Brad smiled, opening up his
arms. "Come here."

	"What the fuck is this, Williams?" Coach Jackson scoffed, staring
his athlete down. "I don't cuddle, kid."

	"Yeah, well I do, so come here." Brad insisted, gesturing to his
coach again.

	Coach Jackson managed to smile a little, and, with a sigh, he
lowered himself down onto the mattress and pressed up against his athlete.

	The two of them lay like that for a little while.

	"This is nice, Coach." Brad sighed, content. "It's killing you to
not say something smart or sarcastic right now isn't it?" He laughed.

	"Just keep your mouth shut and don't ruin it, Williams." Coach
Jackson grunted, nuzzling into the pillow.

	"Night Coach."

	"Yeah. Night Williams."

	And there, far under the starry night, deep in the woods in this
cozy cabin, four men dozed off, two by two, nuzzled against one another. It
might have seemed an odd sight, the other twin bed in the guest room
remaining unused as the handsome father and African exchange student slept
in each other's arms, cramped in that tiny bed, or the massive head of
athletics and his athlete, cozied up to each other with the other half of
the king-sized mattress empty. It was a night the four of them would always
remember.

	At one point during the night the burly Coach Jackson awoke from
his slumber, finding himself on his side, his big, powerful arms wrapped
around the handsome athlete laying there next to him, breathing in and out
as he slept peacefully. And as much as he hated to admit it, it was a nice
feeling. He lay his head back down onto the pillow and fell back asleep in
no time.

	It appeared that deep down inside of this mountainous, brash, crude
giant of a man there just may be a heart somewhere after all.

						-


	The next morning Mike Williams woke up at the first sign of
sunlight. He tried to go back to sleep but he decided it was a lost cause
and quietly got out of bed so that he wouldn't wake up his sleeping partner
next to him.

	As he tiptoed down the hall toward the kitchen he already had the
vision of coffee in his head, leading him to the kitchen like a zombie. He
could almost smell it.

	Wait, he really did smell coffee. He rounded the corner and was
surprised to see the giant, burly head of athletics department Dan Jackson
sitting at the table with a warm cup of coffee sitting in his massive hand.

	Coach Jackson was staring at the wall, apparently deep in thought.

	"Early morning, Dan?" Mike Williams asked, immediately breaking
Coach Jackson out of his trance with a jump.

	"Jesus, Mike, you scared the shit out of me."

	"Sorry, Dan." Mr. Williams laughed. "You seemed like you were
really thinking about something.

	"Yeah, I guess I was."

	"Anything I can help with, Dan?"

	"Nah, it's nothing. I'm just in a funk."

	"You sure?"

	"It's just- Ah, I don't know." Coach Jackson muttered. "Actually, I
guess there is."

	"What is it, Dan?"

	"Shit, I can't believe I'm going to ask you this. I mean it's
completely insane."

	"Dan, just come out with it. I'm a good listener."

	"I want you to know that this is completely unlike me. I mean I
don't do this drama bullshit. It's just not me."

	"Yeah. . .?"

	"Fuck it, I'm just going to say it. That kid of yours wants to call
me his boyfriend." Coach Jackson stammered. "Now I know it's completely out
of line for me to be asking you this- Ah, fuck, you must be furious, I mean
this must put you in a really shitty situation, Mike, and it's-"

	"Dan."

	"It's just completely insane! I mean of course you'd have a problem
with it, I mean you're his father, you must think I'm this-"

	"Dan!"

	"Just this terrible human being, I mean I never sought out to do
any of this, it's completely out of line, it's so-"

	"DAN!"

	"Whah?" Coach Jackson said, snapping back to reality.

	"Calm down, Dan."

	"Okay. . . It's just I- Okay. Okay. I'll calm down."

	Mr. Williams took a deep breath. "I think it's great, Dan."

	"You- you what?"

	"You and Brad finally calling this a relationship. I think it's
great."

	"You do, Mike?"

	"Yeah, I do."

	Coach Jackson was silent for a while, deep in thought.

	"Well shit." He said, eyes wide open.

	"What?" Mr. Williams laughed.

	"I just- honestly I thought you wouldn't have any of it. I thought
you'd tell me to go to hell."

	"Well I'm not. I think it's great. As long as you treat my son
well, I'm completely on board. I think you know by now I can see the value
in less than conventional relationships."

	"Shit." Coach Jackson muttered again, deep in thought.

	"What is it, Dan?"

	"I guess I'm in a relationship with Brad Williams now."

	"I guess you are. Are you prepared for that?"

	"God help me. . ." Coach Jackson muttered, leaning back in his
chair, sighing.

	"I'll say." Mr. Williams laughed. "The heart wants what the heart
wants, doesn't it?"

	"Among other things. . ." Coach Jackson replied, finally managing
to smile. "There is one thing, Mike."

	"What's that, Dan?"

	"You're sort of my father in-law now." He grinned.

	"Are you going to make me change my mind already, Dan?"

	"Alright alright, I'll lay off."

	"Good thinking." Mr. Williams laughed, taking a sip of coffee. "And
just as if this dynamic wasn't already dysfunctional enough. . ." He began,
setting his mug down. "I know about what happened on Ollie's birthday."

	Coach Jackson went ghost white. "Oh, man Mike, I'm really sorry
about that, honestly, I let the kid talk me into it and it was just this-"

	"Dan."

	"I should have said no, I don't know what I-"

	"DAN!."

	". . .Yeah Mike?"

	"I'm okay with it."

	"You- you are?"

	"Yeah, I am. Ollie and I have an arrangement."

	"I see. . ." Coach Jackson relaxed a little. "I still had no idea
you two were involved when it happened, honest."

	"I know you didn't. But even if you had, it would have been okay."

	"Well okay. . ." Coach Jackson eased up a little more. "You know,
you're awfully cool about all of this, Mike."

	"It's not really hard to be. It's just easier this way." He leaned
in a little closer. "From what he tells me it certainly sounds like you
guys had a great time."

	"Yeah. . . " Coach Jackson blushed deep red. "I guess we did have a
good time. That guy sure knows how to fuck, doesn't he?"

	"He sure does." Mr. Williams agreed, proudly. "To the two of us
being in our 40's, still getting laid and having the best sex of our
lives." He brought his mug up for a toast."

	"Hell, I'll toast to that." Coach Jackson grinned. "If only all the
guys our age were so lucky. Although I guess you've got a couple of years
on me."

	"Watch it, Dan." Mr. Williams laughed. "I'm sort of your
father-in-law, remember?"

	"Yes sir." Coach Jackson grinned.

	"You call me sir one more time and this whole thing's off, Dan."

	"You got it, Mike." Coach Jackson laughed, sipping on his
coffee. "I'll tell you one thing, though. You've raised one hell of a son
there, Mike."

	"I know I did." Mr. Williams smiled. "He makes me proud every
single day."

	"Yeah, the kid's a pain in the ass sometimes, but he's worth it."

	"Like I said, Dan. The heart wants what the heart wants."




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